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[notthatpotter]

It has been a million and a half years since James was last in the bar.

So, what is the first thing he does? (Well, after a quick bite to eat and a visit to his old room.) He takes his broom out for a spin.


Later, while his younger brother is elsewhere in the bar - at an older age than James currently is, might we add (only in Milliways!) - James himself (in his Quidditch robes) is outside by the porch, absent-mindedly picking at the worn leather of his boots. His broom is propped next to him.

He'd forgotten how much he missed this place.

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[a1enzo]

And here's a familiar face—one not unlike James' own, but rendered in green, and quite a bit older than when he saw it last.

Its owner seems to have had a similar idea, as he's coming in for a landing on a flying boogie board that he's getting a bit too big for. Unlike James, though, his flight was meant to relieve his feelings... and it doesn't seem to have worked.

[notthatpotter]

It's simply by chance that he glances up.

And hey! It's Enzo!

He hasn't seen Enzo in ages.

Not noticing his green compadre's expression, James waves.

[a1enzo]

Enzo spies the wave, and blinks, and his face relaxes a bit as he glides in toward the porch.

"Hey, James! I haven't seen you in a long time."

His tone isn't as enthusiastic as it might be. He's a mite preoccupied.

[notthatpotter]

"Yeah. Feels like ages," he replies, a little too cheerful to notice any bad moods for now.

There's also the fact that James is partially oblivious to bad moods in general, unless they're being gonked across his head.

He blinks.

"Oy! You look a bit older."

Bloody hell. He's feeling more and more like a kid.

[a1enzo]

"I am. You... don't, as much."

[notthatpotter]

He doesn't mean to make a face, really.

"Yeah, I know. That's because I don't think I am."

Much.

"I used to come here almost every day. Now it's been ... nearly half a school year? Blimey."

[a1enzo]

Enzo scratches his head.

"I don't remember how long it is since I've seen you. Longer than that, though, for me."

[notthatpotter]

James rubs his face. It's the closest he'll come to facepalming at the moment.

"So. How've you been, then?"

[a1enzo]

Enzo's face falls, and he sits heavily on his board, cross-legged, as though on a magic carpet.

"Great, until last night."

[notthatpotter]

James raises an eyebrow.

He even looks to be giving Enzo his full attention, which is pretty hard to do sometimes when you're thirteen-going-on-fourteen and full of energy.

"Yeah? What happened?"

[a1enzo]

"The virus who infected our system for years is here."

[notthatpotter]

His eyebrows go up in surprise.

"That's - bad, yeah?"

He might not know the specifics, but 'virus' tends to universally be a negative thing.

[a1enzo]

"He nearly destroyed the entire city. He did destroy it, or trashed it to the point where it crashed by itself, but it got restored."

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

Ginny comes down and looks at him: Hey there."

[notthatpotter]

James glances up.

"Oh! Hullo."

It's been a while.

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

It has been a while.

"Am I interrupting."

[notthatpotter]

He shakes his head and even scoots over on the porch to allow Ginny a space if she wanted.

"No, not really."

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

Ginny sits down looking at him. "How have you been?"

[notthatpotter]

"All right," he answers. "It's been ages since I've been here. Nothing's changed."

A pause.

"How're you?"

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

"This place rarely changes it's both something good and bad about it."

"I'm okay just bound."

[notthatpotter]

"You've been Bound?"

Really?

James makes a sympathetic face.

"How long's it been?"

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

"since January"

[notthatpotter]

"... what month is it now?"

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

"I think it's July in the bar."

[notthatpotter]

He contemplates this.

He'd had a feeling it was some summer month; he just wasn't sure which one.

In any case ... January, February, March ...

"Blimey! That's a little more than half a year!"